Weeping Feet

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Abused and abandoned,

A pair of feet walk through a sea of

glass,

Each shard breaking through the

frail naked skin,

A trail of blood and teardrops begin

to follow the gory feet.

Desperate and despondent,

The crimson feet continue to walk,

Each foot straining and breaking,

Bleeding like the bloody wounds of

a soldier.

Shrieking in terror,

A flash before the sea,

A twinkle of hope comes,

From near above,

The source so radiant and placid

continues toward the ruby and

pearl shining feet.

A sense of calmness yet

astonishment powers over the

scene,

Such an imperturbable figure

settles down to the sea of shining

pearls.

The once desolate pair of feet,

In complete disremember of the

agony,

Is now in bewilderment.

The brilliant source gathers the

demolished feet,

And carries the weeping feet into

the arms of an angel.

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